Pensive sailor muses portside
Pale waning moonlight sops his brow
Wind scuffles tousled dun headed
Whereboundnow?
Beneath stained windows
Bombay’s mughalificence
Thousand-hued Byzantine domes shimmering
Palmed avenues above port million-stoned-studded pasty rows
Tarry briefly.
Hard-earned, hard-seized
pried from the cold, dead hands of reluctant natives
Fought their wretched corner, crimson-sash Captain muttering in cups
Every choice we gave them, man!
Chose to charge, the light brigade
Layered golden honey like gilded waves, above, the titan sky
Dusk’s trillion glint eyes winking
In the halls and chambers of
Alchemisland 
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